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10. Rattle Them Drums

I'm Ferocious, sorta like a tiger mauilin on kids

I'm Haunting what lives, like a ghost that is lost in a mist

I'm Rocked and I'm blitzed, and I'm gone from this bong that I hit

Tipsy off of gin whiskey this is the song that I I spit

There's some Fuck it in my system, please listen to the syndrome

Wishing for a threesome liquid courage in my wisdom

Drunk and I'm reckless, I'm lookin down your head and necklace

Please lets make it a trio when I cook some bed and breakfast

Roll it lets smoke it, kush busted looking purple

Perfect is our circus when its workin in our circle

Nervous and worthless I'm wicked with my eyes in crimson

Try with a high, but you could die on this kind of mission

Random when I rabble I'm kind of stoned on the mic

My bong is like my songs, a bone, it is honed to my life

You see, I think a few dollars from every pocket is fair

You couldn't reach my fuckin high with a flying rocket in air

I Rattle them drums, I rattle them drums

And Like a bird of prey when the scavenger comes

and You Watch the murdered pray, bash the ambassadors thumbs

And You start to lose your nerve when I rattle them drums

I Rattle them drums, I rattle them drums

You never want to see the way blood and lavender runs

and You flock the herded stray like fathers battled with their sons

And You start to lose your words when I rattle them drums